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Against all this, the Brangwens stood at bay If any one, it

was the ht by, or asextra-huwen's mystical

passion

But Ursula ith her father As she becaainst her mother's

practical indifference To Ursula, there was so callous,

alwen,

in these years, care for God or Jesus or Angels? She was the

i born to her,

she was throng with all the little activities of her family And

almost instinctively she resented her husband's slavish service

to the Church, his dark, subject hankering to worship an unseen

God What did the unrevealed Godfor? Let hio projecting himself towards the

ultimate

But Ursula was all for the ultiainst babies and muddled domesticity To her Jesus was another

world, He was not of this world He did not thrust His hands

under her face and, pointing to His wounds, say: "Look, Ursula Brangwen, I got these for your sake Now do as

you're told"

To her, Jesus was beautifully re in the

distance, like a white

as it follows the sun, out of our ken So up into a clear yellow band of